Instagram Stories 3

After a while I found that just showing ones pictures wasn´t really enough. Even though Instagram is originally all about photographs only, without all the works and shebang, I felt that I had to add a little commentary or story to the image I present. Then, with the according hashtags and a little patience, I found a small and nice community who were also in it for mainly black and white photos and photo-stories. My accompanying picture commentaries and long captions turned into very short stories, often making the photo a frozen scene of that story, or sometimes not relating to the photo at all. I call them shortshortstories or supershortstories, I hashtag both terms and use a lot of other hashtags to lure likeminded people.

This is not at all how most people use Instagram, presenting themselves with narcissistic excess in order to maybe become a successful influencer. The majority of Instagram works that way, turning off many people who peek in to see how things are, only to reject it with disgust. Understandably.

But then again, it works like all social media: you come in, strip some of your data, present what you want, follow others who you think might be in a similar mind-range, control what you want to see and read. I like Instagram because to me it is a photo-platform for the moment. You release a photo and a related story, it´ll hover for a moment and then disappear into the oblivion of the net. And that in turn is the reason I repost some of my Instagram content here. To keep the photos and the stories before they disappear.

Besides posting individual photos, I sometimes also start a small series of photos with a continuing story. The next four pictures were my first series.

January 16th, 1859: finally reaching the heights, the settlers were very

disappointed to find tracks in the snow. All the hardships for nothing? 

One day later, on January 17th, 1859, the leftover party of settlers

came close to Hrdinas ranch to find all land claimed - shucks!

The party of settlers was growing ever smaller, and on January 19th, 1859,

they got lost in the woods, not yet able to read the tracks in the snow.

January 20th, 1859: after their rescue from certain death, the remaining

settlers looked out the cabin window to see strange machines where

their horses had been. They decided to never set foot

outside the cabin again. Ever.

Life on Mars? The thoughts of this classic face with the distant look

as the sun began its course into the oblivion of

the other side of the world.

City pool middle - referring to the infamous middle of the pool which has

swallowed numerous bathers by means of a maelstrom. Dangerous place.

Desperate from the chase and the long run, all of a sudden

they could see the small castle appearing

in the late afternoon sun.

Make the best of the grey days and take pictures, in order to

prove later on that the reason for depression was real.

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